Rekka

In the fading light of dusk, Arin, the wanderer with eyes like molten gold, stands as a sentinel of forgotten times. His white hair, a stark contrast against the darkening sky, flows like a waterfall of snow, catching the last rays of the sun. The black vest, embroidered with red and gold, speaks of battles fought in distant lands, while the white scarf, a token of a promise made long ago, dances around him like a ghostly whisper. In his hand, the sword—its blade etched with runes of power—gleams with an unsettling light, a testament to the countless foes it has vanquished. Arin, once a hero of legends, now roams the world in search of redemption and answers, his past shrouded in mystery and his future uncertain. As he walks the path of destiny, those who cross his path are left to wonder: is he a savior, a harbinger of doom, or merely a man burdened by the weight of his own legend?